Chapter 5- KURT.

It's been a few months since me and Blaine first, erm, disagreed. We're getting along better now but he keeps going places, I don't know where, but I know he leaves at the same time every Tuesday and Friday, when he's got nothing on during last period. You would think he'd tell me where he's going. It's a tiny little detail in his lifestyle, why is it such a huge secret? Excuses, excuses- it's all I get from him, every Tuesday and Friday, just before last period. It's madness. I don't see him until he comes over that night, or he texts me back saying he's in his house. I'm not jealous, I'm just worried. Okay, perhaps a little jealous, but it's only because of the suspicion, the constant (and possible) scenarios derived from my head, from my-

'Kurt.

Sorry I haven't spoken to you, been out getting groceries for Mom.

Will see you tomorrow.

B x'

Oh yes, a text from my lovely boyfriend Blaine. Forgot it was Tuesday.

'Blaine, where have you been? You've not replied to any of my texts!'

Ergh, no, too demanding.

'Okay.'

Bit blunt.

'Okay. X'

Better, but do I really want to act like I'm not planning my speech when he tells me where he's been? What if I ring him?

'DIALLING... Blaine.'

Oh, no answer. Again. This is what happens every Tuesday, every Friday. Same text and same head-thrashing hour to create a text that doesn't sound too blunt or too mad or too demanding, but loving at the same time.

'BLAINE... BLAINE... BLAINE...'- my phone vibrated, with the screen flashing his name.

'Kurt?'

'Blaine?'

'Kurt, we need to talk.'

'What's wrong?'

I could hear him sigh. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, telling myself not to feel upset. Although inside, it was as if I was fading. My bones were withering away, my systems were shutting down, eyes closing, heart stopping, world crumbling. He knew it was time to call it a day, despite how much we both wanted and needed each other. His little secret would come out and it would be the end of us, the end of everything we'd been through.

'Blaine, tell me.'

'Meet me under the tree in half an hour.'

And that was it. The conversation ended, leaving my head reeling with thoughts.

-Under the tree-

Pacing. Back and forth, back and forth. I've seen these leaves more than a hundred times. I've created my own little path that leads to nowhere. I had decided what to do. Rely on the stars. And then I saw him. A small, thin figure emerging from the fog, walking towards my position. I smiled a little, but forced back a grin. If this was to end badly, my grin would have no justification, no reason. I would've smiled to see him come, bearing bad news, and I would've walked away solemn, expecting nothing from anyone anymore besides disappointment.

And then I saw it. He held out a hand, almost like he was guiding someone, or giving them a well-known tour of the random woods we discovered. Another figure, a little taller than Blaine, emerged. I could hear laughing, a jolly conversation between the two. Blaine caught sight of me, and his expression changed within a second. He gulped, as if he was ready to break the news, as if he expected me to be ready to hear the worst.

'Blaine!' I called out.

They both came closer, and within a few steps every detail about Blaine and his acquaintance were crystal clear.

'Kurt, I know you've been wondering where I've been every Tuesday and Friday-'

Oh, why would you think that Blaine?

'-and I brought you here to explain. Ever since our little argument I've been heading back to Dalton, to see the guys and how they're getting along, and also to have some advice about what to do with you. And I know our relationship is going so strong, it felt right to go back and tell them how we're doing.'

'Blaine, you scared me, you could've told me, I wouldn't have been so worried!'

'I know, I know.' We awkwardly laughed it off before I switched my attention to the stranger hovering beside Blaine.

I pointed at him and said, 'Blaine, who's this?'

Okay, it seems a little rude, but I had just been calmed down, and the expression on Blaine's face hadn't changed since he first spotted me.

'After a couple of weeks of going back to Dalton, they introduced me to a newbie, Sebastian,' Blaine explained, pointing at the stranger, as he gave a half-smile and a little hand gesture to say hello. I looked down towards his left hand, as it attempted to intertwine with Blaine's right, but luckily Blaine wriggled away. That was the moment I knew.

'We've been getting along great and we're really close, and I didn't want you to know in case you suspected something and took it the wrong way.'

'Oh.'

'Oh?'

I turned to Sebastian with my head held high. He hadn't spoken a word but his actions spoke louder. 'You can leave now. I'd like to talk to Blaine. Alone.'

I could tell by the way he was looking at me that he knew I had caught his little move on my boyfriend. He could tell that if I wasn't so respectful, even to the most horrible of people, he would have no chance of ever seeing Blaine again, of ever even hearing his name. He knew I was protective and he teased me, teased Blaine's hand, teased my poor mind with his flirting. He was teasing me with the tempation of believing that Blaine was unfaithful. And in his eyes, he saw he was winning, and after each second had passed my mind was not at rest, but bubbling with my theories, as they became more real with every letter I heard.

'I don't know my way back though, Blaine'll have to show me-'

'JUST-' I stopped, refusing to lose my temper. 'Just go. It isn't hard to find your way back.'

And so he turned away, stepping on twigs and trying to follow a path that lead him back to the Academy.

'Kurt, there was no need-'

'Blaine, I'm going to be honest. He's there flirting with you and even though you rejected his flirtatious actions, I don't know what he does to you when I'm not there. I like to think you love me enough to refuse him but I'm not there and you go there every Tuesday and every Friday and in here, in my mind, inside, I get more and more upset, because maybe you believe that everyone in Dalton is more worthy of you and I can no longer accept that you make excuses and keep secrets from me. And then you present HIM to me.'

'Kurt-'

'And I'm not going to deny, I did suspect a little betrayal, but that thought left my mind as soon as it entered. I didn't know what to think. Yes, I thought you had new friends outside of McKinley, but not for one moment did I think you would ever cheat. And you have the nerve to keep going back to Dalton and keep hiding it away from me for MONTHS because you don't think I can handle it.'

I could see his head was low. I looked up to the sky, and saw only a couple of stars. I knew what this meant.

'Blaine, look.'

He looked up at me, and glanced at where I was looking. 'No stars,' I said. My eyes welled up, tears were already escaping and slithering down my cheek.

'Kurt, you can't go by the stars. You can't keep living by what they tell you.'

'I know what I believe in, and I believe they'll guide me. They aren't here, Blaine, to see us, to overlook us. They were there when we admitted we loved each other. They overlooked you accepting my request to transfer to McKinley. And that argument, there weren't as many there.'

'Maybe it's time then.'

I'm going to be completely honest. I didn't think that the lack of stars would lead to our break up. I just thought it meant him returning to Dalton, or us having a big argument. I looked at him with eyes that were cloudy, full of tears. He looked at me strongly. He wasn't close to crying, or close to feeling upset, it was like he expected this.

'You said our relationship was going strong. We can get through this, now that I know, please-'

'Kurt, I love you.'

'I love you too, so please don't end it, please Blaine please...'

I was crying now, trying to get my words across with a shaky voice and a terrible attempt to hold back tears.

'Kurt, we're not together anymore. It's over.'

And just like that, he walked away. He turned back for a second, as if he wanted to remember the state I was in, perhaps for his own enjoyment, to tell all the boys back at Dalton and to have a joke about; perhaps to expect the realisation of how much I loved him, how much I missed having him from the second he said those words, and how upset I was. At that exact moment, I could see his tears.

Once he was out of sight, I cried. I cried my eyes out, sitting down with my back against the tree, watching the stars fade, calling his name, hoping he'd shake me and I would open my eyes and see his smiling face and say, 'Hey silly, another bad dream? I'm here for you now, and I'm not leaving.'

I needed his arms around me. I needed him to fix the heart he had so gently yet ruthlessly broken. I needed him to come back.

For hours, I sat there, calling out. Come back, Blaine, come back. My tears had dried up, and I had no more left to cry. I began to close my eyes when Dad came and found me.

'Kurt, what are you doing? I've been so worried about you! Here, we've got a blanket and Finn's got a hot water bottle for you, you must be freezing! How long have you...'

He continued to talk before I opened my eyes and said, 'He's gone, Dad, Blaine left me.'

With all the energy I had, I could see Burt's solemn face, as he knew just how much I loved Blaine, truly. He sighed as if he understood how I was feeling. And with that, I closed my eyes, picturing his smiling, beautiful face, before I fell asleep. The last thing I said that night and the first thing I said in the morning was, 'Come back, Blaine, come back.'

But he didn't come back.